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If I had a throat a hundred yards long, a breast of brass, and a thousand tongues of steel, I should not be able to describe the pleasure that Paola's story gave, seeing that none of Cianna's good deeds went unrewarded; so that the dose of entreaties for Ciommetella to tell her story had to be increased, as she equally with the others had lost the courage to draw the chariot of the command of the Prince. But not being able to do less than obey, in order not to spoil the game, she began as follows.